It's raining, Mr G.

It had been alternating between raining and drizzling all evening until now.

Mr G could not come to the usual spot to chill this evening (in front of the Stargate). But he came on his round twice, on the ledge.

Just now, I heard mewing and it was Mr G - he still came to visit, despite the receding drizzle.

 Hi, Mr G!!

 

 Tabs, the perfect host.

 I think Mr G is trying to find a way to come into Bunny's Place, if only to make friends.

He's jumped onto our roof now, but I think it might be a little too high for the old chap to jump down onto the grass.

He is most welcome to come share some food and have a chat with my brood.
(provided no fight breaks out!)